"The pharmacy will give you the medication instructions. Take them as directed for a week, and come back to me for a follow-up next week."
"There's nothing else."
The patient took the prescription and glanced at it. Finding no questions, he stood up.
"Then thank you, Dr. Sloan."
The patient opened the door and walked out, seeing Clive leaning against the doorframe.
Recalling the other party's rude behavior just now, the patient glared at Clive, leaving behind a passive-aggressive remark before leaving.
"Young people these days really have less and less upbringing!"
"I don't know how the parents raised them. The older brother is so outstanding, yet the younger brother doesn't even know basic politeness and respect."
"It's only out of respect for Dr. Sloan, otherwise I would definitely go file a complaint against your hospital today!"
After saying that, he walked away briskly.
Everyone present knew who he was talking about.
Passing nurses exchanged glances.
Clive wanted to retort, but the severe pain in his lower body left him speechless, only able to hunch over and pant.
It just so happened that the patient just now was Zeus's last appointment of the morning.
Zeus pressed the call bell and said to the nurse who came in, "My brother and I have some things to discuss. Go take a break for a bit and come back later."
The nurse nodded, knowing the two brothers needed to speak privately. Before leaving, she tactfully helped them close the consultation room door.
Only the two brothers remained in the clean, tidy consultation room.
As soon as Clive sat down, he began complaining to Zeus.
"Zeus, you're too unfeeling! Just now in front of so many people, you didn't leave me any dignity at all!"
"I'm your own brother, what's wrong with taking a look at me first?"
Zeus was speechless, and his tone became much harsher.
"You didn't even give a single word of notice, just suddenly barging into my consultation room."

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